Do I Have Regrets
Just another day.
In daylight hours where shadows of life are often cast
Deep regrets and fears thoughtfully caress the landscape
disappearing over the horizon to the heights navigated beyond.
Do I not bow to those people to whom I owe honesty and respect?
yet, I shiver from memories of what I have proffered
That now causes only pain and distress to another
My love is still fretful for explanations,
Which are questionably avoided, and thus clips the butterflies wings
To collapse into the resentful place in my mind.
I have respect for love lost, yet no recriminations to those who feel
The discontent of being abandoned with passing tears.
unselfishly shed for the spirit of another life.
What is left after the dust of the storm settles,
Is a stillness of grief for the love jilted
If you walk away my nemesis, don't turn the other cheek
For my heart is an oasis in the desert
I am woman, whose heart was born to forgive,
but never to forget.
Another Song from Ted Onulak
A severe reprimand.
I posted a poem yesterday "In Daylight Hours" which although mostly well commented upon, also brought about severe criticism, from another writer taking the trouble of mailing me personally. He tore me to pieces and reminded me that a considerable amount of my appeal as a writer, was that I was always open and honest. He threw down the challenge to re-write yesterday's poem, and say it as it is. Well, I like my poem of yesterday, and wont re-write; but, I have taken the same format to write what I am feeling now after the event of the poem. My challenge was to take some of the original words and shorten the original poem to less than twenty lines. For you my honest friend, I hope that this is more to your understanding. Net:)
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